Lent 1B
February 26, 2012
Genesis 9:8-17
"Why are there so many songs about rainbows,
and what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me." ~"The Rainbow Connection" from "The Muppet Movie"
What do you think of when the topic of rainbows comes up? Leprechauns and pots of gold? Kermit the Frog with a banjo? Judy Garland and the Wizard of Oz? The cultural icon of the 80’s, Rainbow Brite? Have you ever looked at a rainbow and pictured it as God’s battle weapon? It’s not the touchy feely, happy go lucky, image that rainbows tend to carry with them…a weapon of battle. It’s not even something that we may want to associate with God, a beautiful object in the sky that could be used for destruction…but it makes sense in the context of our text this morning from Genesis.
We enter the story after God’s call to Noah has been fulfilled, after animals entered the ark 2 by 2, after 40 days and 40 nights of rain flooded the earth, after the waters had subsided and Noah and his family had exited the ark. We enter at the happy ending of sorts, the scene that is painted on the walls of babies rooms and church nurseries, a happy Noah and his family and the animals standing in the shadow of the ark hearing about the covenant that God was going to make with them. It’s a beautiful image, but it’s only part of the story.
Likewise, it’s tempting to look at the story of the flood as a story of an angry, vengeful God who has lost it with humanity. That, too, is missing the point…and it’s not the most accurate reading of the text. In chapter 6 of Genesis, we hear that God had seen how the hearts of humans had become focused on evil…and God was sorry that God had created humanity so that it grieved God in God’s heart. God had experienced the rupture in God’s relationship with humans in the garden, God had witnessed the downspin of humanity with the first murder and other evil acts that were in essence acts of betrayal against their creator, affecting not only themselves, but the entirety of creation.
Such sinful acts pained God, and in God’s sorrow, God sent the flood as an act of grief and a way of starting over, with Noah and his family as the prototype for the second go-around with the humans that God had made. And after the waters subsided, after Noah and his family had entered the ark, something had changed…but something hadn’t. Even after isolating a faithful family and placing them in the safety of the ark, human nature hadn’t changed. There was still sin lurking in the hearts of the family that had been chosen to be spared from the waters of the flood. However, God had changed. God was so full of love for humanity and for the rest of creation, that God changed how God looked at the world…being willing to be active in a future of creation that was less than the perfect world that God has created, and being open to new ways of seeking out and being in relationship with God’s children.
So God repurposed God’s bow, taking it from being a weapon of divine battle and turning it into a reminder of the promise that God made to Noah, his family, the birds of the air, the domestic and wild animals of the earth.
Unlike other covenants made in scripture between God and humans, this first covenant made to Noah and the animals was a covenant that relied solely on God’s action and shows the change in God’s approach to being in relationship with creation. It was a promise that God made to creation…not a covenant in which we were also held accountable, and looking at our track record with covenants, that’s probably a good thing…we have a tendency to not keep our end of the bargain. So, for God, the bow in the sky is a reminder that even in the most dismal circumstances, when God is so grieved at our actions towards God and one another that God is ready to wipe the slate clean and start over again, God made a promise to creation…not just to humanity, but to the whole creation…to all the animals that left the ark, that God would never again remove life from the face of the earth with the waters of a flood.
Instead, God sought out new ways of connecting with God’s children…making good on God’s promises to Abraham and Sarah, working through Joseph to care for the tribe that would become Israel, using Moses to rescue the children of Israel from the hands of the Egyptians and writing God’s laws on to tablets of stone so that they would have a framework with which to live amongst one another. When that failed, God made the Israelites walk in the desert, but not without providing for their needs. Later, when we had not lived up our end of the bargain on our covenants with God, God sent prophets to call the people into account and to remind them that while we hadn’t been faithful, God is always faithful.
But when we didn’t listen to the prophets, God had to come up with a new game plan. So God sent God’s only son to become a part of humanity and forge a new covenant. That covenant was written in the blood that was shed on the cross. We are reminded of this covenant every time we approach the table to eat and drink the body and blood of Christ. In this new covenant, we are reminded that death has been crushed and that only life in Christ remains.
Rainbows aren’t just reminders for God, they are also reminders for us. When we see God’s bow in the sky, we are reminded that God loved us so much that God was willing to give up a little control, hang up God’s bow, and live into a future that was less than the perfect creation that God had made. Instead of total destruction, God chose to wipe the slate clean and to walk with us and seek new ways of connecting with God’s children…even if it meant going back to the drawing board when we rebelled and tried to do things our own way.
God has refined it, the rainbow connection,
For prophets, believers, and me.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust...Lord have mercy
My life experience has had a way of constantly keeping me in awe of the simultaneous resiliency and fragility of life.
The summer between my first and second years of seminary was the first time I got to see this in a tangible way. As part of my Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) experience, I got to witness an autopsy. Did you know how resilient the human body is, even after death? That afternoon, I stopped by the nursery to see the newborns and in watching how those nurses moved those babies around, I was equally as struck by the strength of the human body just after birth. And yet, our bodies as strong as our bodies are, they are still so fragile that sometime microscopic can put an end to our lives, or at least our lives as we know them.
In Genesis, we are told that God formed Adam (the Hebrew word for "dirt person") from he dust of the ground. And when Adam and Eve turned away from their total dependence on God, God reminded Adam of this saying "you are dust, and to dust you shall return"
That phrase was burned on my brain yesterday as I imposed ashes upon the foreheads of those who came to Ash Wednesday services yesterday. I thought of my college classmate, Rachal, who died this week after suffering multiple seizures and cardiac arrest suddenly last week. I thought of Martha, an elderly member of our congregation who also died this week due to complications from Congestive Heart Failure. And I thought of Penelope and Arianna who were born on the same days that Rachal and Martha went to be with the Lord. We are simultaneously resilient, strong creatures and fragile creatures. So when 3 month old Brooks, his 6 year old and 3 year old sisters, and 5 year old Thomas were presented to me for the imposition of ashes last night, it took all that was inside of me to hold back the tears.
How do you say to life that is so new "remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return"? and yet, how do you say to life that has seen so many years "remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return"?
But then, I think of the oil of gladness mixed in with the ashes...I think of the hosannas shouted by those who waves the palms that became the ashes...even in death, there is life and hope and joy because of the life, death and resurrection of Christ. And it is because of this I can say to the 3 month old and the 96 year old "remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
The summer between my first and second years of seminary was the first time I got to see this in a tangible way. As part of my Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) experience, I got to witness an autopsy. Did you know how resilient the human body is, even after death? That afternoon, I stopped by the nursery to see the newborns and in watching how those nurses moved those babies around, I was equally as struck by the strength of the human body just after birth. And yet, our bodies as strong as our bodies are, they are still so fragile that sometime microscopic can put an end to our lives, or at least our lives as we know them.
In Genesis, we are told that God formed Adam (the Hebrew word for "dirt person") from he dust of the ground. And when Adam and Eve turned away from their total dependence on God, God reminded Adam of this saying "you are dust, and to dust you shall return"
That phrase was burned on my brain yesterday as I imposed ashes upon the foreheads of those who came to Ash Wednesday services yesterday. I thought of my college classmate, Rachal, who died this week after suffering multiple seizures and cardiac arrest suddenly last week. I thought of Martha, an elderly member of our congregation who also died this week due to complications from Congestive Heart Failure. And I thought of Penelope and Arianna who were born on the same days that Rachal and Martha went to be with the Lord. We are simultaneously resilient, strong creatures and fragile creatures. So when 3 month old Brooks, his 6 year old and 3 year old sisters, and 5 year old Thomas were presented to me for the imposition of ashes last night, it took all that was inside of me to hold back the tears.
How do you say to life that is so new "remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return"? and yet, how do you say to life that has seen so many years "remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return"?
But then, I think of the oil of gladness mixed in with the ashes...I think of the hosannas shouted by those who waves the palms that became the ashes...even in death, there is life and hope and joy because of the life, death and resurrection of Christ. And it is because of this I can say to the 3 month old and the 96 year old "remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Why Whitney's death is, in fact, tragic
Let me start this off by saying that what I have to say on this matter is my own opinion and it is probably considered by some to be controversial. Therefore, take this as a warning that you may not like what I have to say, and that I respect that.
I was watching a Charlie Brown Valentine's day special when it was interrupted by ABC News to tell us that Whitney Houston had been found dead in her hotel room in Beverly Hills. My mom and I looked at each other in disbelief. We had both been great fans of Whitney's work, and knew that we had just lived into a moment that changed the world. There would be no more new work from an artist who was truly and genuinely gifted by God with the voice of an angel. But, after taking a moment to reflect, we moved on with our evening.
The next morning, though, I was jarred by a FB status from someone I have known for over a decade. The individual stated very matter of factly that in his/her opinion, Whitney's death was not a tragedy because she had chosen the lifestyle that led to her death. Later that week I was further jarred by a chain post that some friends had shared that stated something similar about Whitney choosing to live a life of drug and alcohol abuse.
Let me be clear...I respect these opinions. However, I am in 100% absolute disagreement with my friends.
Every death is tragic.
No one chooses to be an addict.
No one wakes up one morning and says "you know, I think I'll become an addict today"...and no addict wakes up one morning and says "you know, I can stop being an addict now" and is magically not an addict.
Addiction is a psychological disorder, considered by many medical experts to be a disease.
Addition may be the result of the overindulgence in something, be it alcohol, drugs, exercise, sugar, food (or lack there of), sex, the list goes on and on. But it doesn't have to be...some people are genetically predisposed to addiction.
(Aside: have you ever noticed that we don't demonize food addicts or exercise addicts? We don't go after anorexic or bulimic individuals...and yet alcoholics, drug addicts and sex addicts are fair game for us to cast out and put down)
From the testimonials of her friends and family, Whitney Houston was a woman who loved God. She was also a woman who struggled very publicly with her addiction and she tried to overcome her addiction, going to rehab multiple times. But the demons of addiction had too firm a grasp on Whitney Houston and she lost her battle. Now a child will live the rest of her life with out her mother to guide her.
Also, we don't know yet what caused Whitney's death...we won't know for some time yet, I'm afraid. But if it was drugs, she wouldn't be the first. Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Amy Winehouse, Brad Renfroe, W.C. Fields, John Belushi, River Phoenix, Judy Garland, Chris Farley, Dorothy Dandridge, and Montgomery Clift are just a few celebrities who have died of drug or alcohol overdoses.
A beautiful voice is gone too soon, a child is now motherless. But maybe, some glimmer of hope can come out of the death of Whitney Houston. Maybe because of Whitney's death, there will be a greater effort to understand addiction and the power that it has the potential to wield over people who fall victim too it. Maybe there will be more compassion for people who are currently battling this affliction. Maybe by talking about addiction and ridding the disease of its stigma, people will seek help sooner and future deaths will be prevented.
But here is the final thing that I have to say on this topic. God's love is bigger than addiction...in fact, God came down in Jesus Christ for the addict, that they too might know peace and healing. Whitney Houston now rests in the arms of our Lord, free of her addiction, full of the New Life promised to her in her baptism.
Eternal rest grant her, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine on her.
*steps off of soap box*
I was watching a Charlie Brown Valentine's day special when it was interrupted by ABC News to tell us that Whitney Houston had been found dead in her hotel room in Beverly Hills. My mom and I looked at each other in disbelief. We had both been great fans of Whitney's work, and knew that we had just lived into a moment that changed the world. There would be no more new work from an artist who was truly and genuinely gifted by God with the voice of an angel. But, after taking a moment to reflect, we moved on with our evening.
The next morning, though, I was jarred by a FB status from someone I have known for over a decade. The individual stated very matter of factly that in his/her opinion, Whitney's death was not a tragedy because she had chosen the lifestyle that led to her death. Later that week I was further jarred by a chain post that some friends had shared that stated something similar about Whitney choosing to live a life of drug and alcohol abuse.
Let me be clear...I respect these opinions. However, I am in 100% absolute disagreement with my friends.
Every death is tragic.
No one chooses to be an addict.
No one wakes up one morning and says "you know, I think I'll become an addict today"...and no addict wakes up one morning and says "you know, I can stop being an addict now" and is magically not an addict.
Addiction is a psychological disorder, considered by many medical experts to be a disease.
Addition may be the result of the overindulgence in something, be it alcohol, drugs, exercise, sugar, food (or lack there of), sex, the list goes on and on. But it doesn't have to be...some people are genetically predisposed to addiction.
(Aside: have you ever noticed that we don't demonize food addicts or exercise addicts? We don't go after anorexic or bulimic individuals...and yet alcoholics, drug addicts and sex addicts are fair game for us to cast out and put down)
From the testimonials of her friends and family, Whitney Houston was a woman who loved God. She was also a woman who struggled very publicly with her addiction and she tried to overcome her addiction, going to rehab multiple times. But the demons of addiction had too firm a grasp on Whitney Houston and she lost her battle. Now a child will live the rest of her life with out her mother to guide her.
Also, we don't know yet what caused Whitney's death...we won't know for some time yet, I'm afraid. But if it was drugs, she wouldn't be the first. Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Amy Winehouse, Brad Renfroe, W.C. Fields, John Belushi, River Phoenix, Judy Garland, Chris Farley, Dorothy Dandridge, and Montgomery Clift are just a few celebrities who have died of drug or alcohol overdoses.
A beautiful voice is gone too soon, a child is now motherless. But maybe, some glimmer of hope can come out of the death of Whitney Houston. Maybe because of Whitney's death, there will be a greater effort to understand addiction and the power that it has the potential to wield over people who fall victim too it. Maybe there will be more compassion for people who are currently battling this affliction. Maybe by talking about addiction and ridding the disease of its stigma, people will seek help sooner and future deaths will be prevented.
But here is the final thing that I have to say on this topic. God's love is bigger than addiction...in fact, God came down in Jesus Christ for the addict, that they too might know peace and healing. Whitney Houston now rests in the arms of our Lord, free of her addiction, full of the New Life promised to her in her baptism.
Eternal rest grant her, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine on her.
*steps off of soap box*
Sunday, February 19, 2012
“Hallelujah, forevermore”
Transfiguration of Our Lord
Mark 9:2-9
Have you ever noticed that God is a big fan of mountains? After the waters of the flood subsided, God landed the ark, which held Noah and his family, on Mt. Ararat. When it came to communicating with Moses, the mountain was the place…mostly Mount Sinai, the place where Moses received the Ten Commandments after hanging out with God for about 40 days. But God also communicated with the Israelites at Mt. Nebo during their wanderings in the desert. It was at Mt. Carmel that the showdown between Elijah and the prophets of Baal took place and God showed God’s self to be the only God. And it was at Mount Horeb, where Elijah encountered the still small voice of God, who encouraged Elijah in his work after he had fled from persecution by King Ahab and Jezebel.
So I suppose that it is no accident that Jesus was also a fan of mountains, in fact, they were his favorite place to retreat and pray. And if that’s the case, it’s no accident that on this day, the day of his transfiguration, Jesus went to the mountain once again. But this time, he wasn’t alone…he had brought his most trusted disciples along with him. We don’t know if Peter, James and John had any idea what they were in for that day…Mark tells us that they were frightened by what they saw up on the mountain. Suddenly, their leader was transformed…his face glowing and his clothes became a dazzling white…his holiness as the Son of God shining through. And if that’s not enough to startle you, Moses and Elijah then appeared and engaged Jesus in a Holy huddle. Then, to top it off, a cloud overshadowed them and they heard the voice of God declaring Jesus to be God’s son, the beloved, and they are ordered to listen to him.
I don’t know if I can say we can understand how frightened Peter was by this encounter that he wouldn’t know what to say so he just spouted off the first thing that popped into his brain. I don’t know if I can even say that it is something that can be imagined…a firsthand encounter with Moses and Elijah…hearing the voice of God…and seeing Jesus in the absolute fullness of his glory as the Son of God. Awe-struck is the first word that comes to mind…followed by a feeling of just how small a person is in relation to just how big God is. But then again, I’ve never been on a mountain with Jesus, Moses and Elijah…so I’m not about to say how I would feel about being a part of this specific, powerful encounter with the divine.
Perhaps, though, we can all speak to our experiences that have resulted from what happened after the encounter with Moses, Elijah and the voice of God. For after Jesus was transfigured, after he chewed the fat with Moses and Elijah and after the voice of God instructed the disciples as to who Jesus was and that they should listen, Jesus came down. Escorted by his most trusted cohorts, who were, no doubt, themselves changed by this experience, Jesus came down from the mountain and went back into the real world.
And the first thing that Mark tells us that Jesus did when he came down from the mountain was to enter into the darkness of a young boy plagued by demons and Jesus brought that boy healing, freeing him to live fully now that his darkness had been sent away.
In the transfiguration of Jesus, Peter, James, and John were blessed to receive a preview of the fullness of the glory of Jesus that would be shown to all the disciples and all others to whom Jesus appeared after his resurrection. And in truth, Peter was not inappropriate in his statement that it was good for them to be there and in his suggestion to build booths for Jesus, Moses and Elijah. Jesus could have very well stayed on that mountain…he could have remained in a place of glory…he deserved to stay up there in the fullness of his glory as the Son of God, flanked by Moses and Elijah…attended to by Peter, James and John. It would have been safer to live in the state of glory set apart only for the Son of God.
But Jesus knew that there was work to be done down in the valley that only he could do. Jesus had already seen the darkness that existed and still exists at the bottom of the mountain and knew that it was darkness that only he could dispel. Jesus knew that he was and is the one who could enter into that darkness with us who are slaves to sin and set us free to live in his light and receive his life.
So Jesus came down…he came down to enter into our darkness with us, to experience the darkest parts of our lives and then to set us free from that darkness having fully known what it is like to be human. Jesus came down to sit with us in our unbelief…to cry with us in our despair…to celebrate with us in our triumphs…to struggle with us in our afflictions. Jesus came down for the soldier tormented by battle scars…for the singer tortured by the demons of addiction…for the father so plagued with hate that it overcame the love for his children…for the mother lost in the grip of depression…for the high schooler so afflicted by the words of his tormenters that he starts to believe the awful things they say to him…for the young woman living in fear that she will be cast out from her family if she utters the words, “Mom, I’m Gay.” We all have dark places, places of struggle and doubt and fear that we would rather no one else knew about. But as much as we try to hide and mask these dark places in our lives, we cannot hide them from Jesus. Jesus knows our pains and he is there with us in those dark places to bring us life. We are never alone in the darkness…Jesus himself went to hell and back so that he could walk with us and so we would know light, life and peace.
Out of his love, God sent Jesus to come among us…and even after experiencing the fullness of his glory, in seeing the depth of the darkness in our world, Jesus came down from the mountain. There was work to do…there were people to heal…there was light to spread…and in the end, there was a cross waiting for him…a cross that would set us free from the grasp of death and bring us in to the fullness of the new life that is in store for us.
This is what the transfiguration is about…that Jesus, knowing the absolute fullness of his glory, loved us so much that he came down from the mountain, entered into our darkness, and went to the cross so that in giving his life, we could have life, love, peace, and joy. Hallelujah forevermore.
Mark 9:2-9
Have you ever noticed that God is a big fan of mountains? After the waters of the flood subsided, God landed the ark, which held Noah and his family, on Mt. Ararat. When it came to communicating with Moses, the mountain was the place…mostly Mount Sinai, the place where Moses received the Ten Commandments after hanging out with God for about 40 days. But God also communicated with the Israelites at Mt. Nebo during their wanderings in the desert. It was at Mt. Carmel that the showdown between Elijah and the prophets of Baal took place and God showed God’s self to be the only God. And it was at Mount Horeb, where Elijah encountered the still small voice of God, who encouraged Elijah in his work after he had fled from persecution by King Ahab and Jezebel.
So I suppose that it is no accident that Jesus was also a fan of mountains, in fact, they were his favorite place to retreat and pray. And if that’s the case, it’s no accident that on this day, the day of his transfiguration, Jesus went to the mountain once again. But this time, he wasn’t alone…he had brought his most trusted disciples along with him. We don’t know if Peter, James and John had any idea what they were in for that day…Mark tells us that they were frightened by what they saw up on the mountain. Suddenly, their leader was transformed…his face glowing and his clothes became a dazzling white…his holiness as the Son of God shining through. And if that’s not enough to startle you, Moses and Elijah then appeared and engaged Jesus in a Holy huddle. Then, to top it off, a cloud overshadowed them and they heard the voice of God declaring Jesus to be God’s son, the beloved, and they are ordered to listen to him.
I don’t know if I can say we can understand how frightened Peter was by this encounter that he wouldn’t know what to say so he just spouted off the first thing that popped into his brain. I don’t know if I can even say that it is something that can be imagined…a firsthand encounter with Moses and Elijah…hearing the voice of God…and seeing Jesus in the absolute fullness of his glory as the Son of God. Awe-struck is the first word that comes to mind…followed by a feeling of just how small a person is in relation to just how big God is. But then again, I’ve never been on a mountain with Jesus, Moses and Elijah…so I’m not about to say how I would feel about being a part of this specific, powerful encounter with the divine.
Perhaps, though, we can all speak to our experiences that have resulted from what happened after the encounter with Moses, Elijah and the voice of God. For after Jesus was transfigured, after he chewed the fat with Moses and Elijah and after the voice of God instructed the disciples as to who Jesus was and that they should listen, Jesus came down. Escorted by his most trusted cohorts, who were, no doubt, themselves changed by this experience, Jesus came down from the mountain and went back into the real world.
And the first thing that Mark tells us that Jesus did when he came down from the mountain was to enter into the darkness of a young boy plagued by demons and Jesus brought that boy healing, freeing him to live fully now that his darkness had been sent away.
In the transfiguration of Jesus, Peter, James, and John were blessed to receive a preview of the fullness of the glory of Jesus that would be shown to all the disciples and all others to whom Jesus appeared after his resurrection. And in truth, Peter was not inappropriate in his statement that it was good for them to be there and in his suggestion to build booths for Jesus, Moses and Elijah. Jesus could have very well stayed on that mountain…he could have remained in a place of glory…he deserved to stay up there in the fullness of his glory as the Son of God, flanked by Moses and Elijah…attended to by Peter, James and John. It would have been safer to live in the state of glory set apart only for the Son of God.
But Jesus knew that there was work to be done down in the valley that only he could do. Jesus had already seen the darkness that existed and still exists at the bottom of the mountain and knew that it was darkness that only he could dispel. Jesus knew that he was and is the one who could enter into that darkness with us who are slaves to sin and set us free to live in his light and receive his life.
So Jesus came down…he came down to enter into our darkness with us, to experience the darkest parts of our lives and then to set us free from that darkness having fully known what it is like to be human. Jesus came down to sit with us in our unbelief…to cry with us in our despair…to celebrate with us in our triumphs…to struggle with us in our afflictions. Jesus came down for the soldier tormented by battle scars…for the singer tortured by the demons of addiction…for the father so plagued with hate that it overcame the love for his children…for the mother lost in the grip of depression…for the high schooler so afflicted by the words of his tormenters that he starts to believe the awful things they say to him…for the young woman living in fear that she will be cast out from her family if she utters the words, “Mom, I’m Gay.” We all have dark places, places of struggle and doubt and fear that we would rather no one else knew about. But as much as we try to hide and mask these dark places in our lives, we cannot hide them from Jesus. Jesus knows our pains and he is there with us in those dark places to bring us life. We are never alone in the darkness…Jesus himself went to hell and back so that he could walk with us and so we would know light, life and peace.
Out of his love, God sent Jesus to come among us…and even after experiencing the fullness of his glory, in seeing the depth of the darkness in our world, Jesus came down from the mountain. There was work to do…there were people to heal…there was light to spread…and in the end, there was a cross waiting for him…a cross that would set us free from the grasp of death and bring us in to the fullness of the new life that is in store for us.
This is what the transfiguration is about…that Jesus, knowing the absolute fullness of his glory, loved us so much that he came down from the mountain, entered into our darkness, and went to the cross so that in giving his life, we could have life, love, peace, and joy. Hallelujah forevermore.
Monday, January 30, 2012
A different kind of Stewardship
At Trinity, we've been doing a lot of worrying about the numbers...the financial numbers, the attendance numbers...it's stressing quite a few people out.
And that's not what should be happening in the church.
Yes, there are bills to pay and pay checks to go to staff members...and it's nice when we congregations are good examples of financial steward in the giving of benevolence.
But, the church is not a place where success is based off of money or the number of people in the pew on Sunday morning, and anyone who tells you otherwise is mistaken (and probably a televangelist)...or they're just in the ministry for the wrong reason (and possibly a televangelist).
On Saturday, I was part of a leadership retreat where we were reminded that Church is one of the few places where we SHOULD be saying "We get to..." rather than "We have to..."
And it was a much needed reminder.
The church should be a place of joy and struggle, of wrestling with what it means to be followers of Christ and how we live that out in our daily lives and how God works to recharge us for this work on Sunday mornings.
So what if we, the church, paused our financial stewardship drives for a bit and focused on relationship stewardship. A kind of stewardship where we say "we are not going to ask for your money, we're going to ask for you...because you are what's important, the rest will take care of itself."
I am a person born at the tail end of Gen X, I am also someone who values structure and finds comfort in the liturgy of the early church that has been molded and shaped throughout the centuries found its way into the Evangelical Lutheran Worship Hymnal that sits on my desk at church. I believe that liturgy is important and that the historic liturgy has amazing power because the liturgy in itself focuses on the one who we come together to worship. The historic liturgy says, through the Word and the Eucharist "Hey, God is working here in you and in a little bit, God is going to send you out into the world so that God can work through you," while at the same time connecting us with our brothers and sisters of other times and places. I can sit in church on Sunday mornings knowing that even though I am almost 1000 miles away from home, my family is doing just about the same thing that I am at that moment...And I know that at some point, my ancestors were a part of what I am a part of, and it helps center me in something that is much bigger than I am.
At the same times, however, as much as I hold the liturgy dear to me...there is an additional component that I think is missing from some churches that can, and maybe should, be attached to the annual stewardship campaign. It revolves around relationships...it says to people coming into the door for the first time "we are so glad that God has sent you to worship with us"...it says to people who are long time members "we are so blessed that God has been working through you in this community for so long"...it says to all who enter the doors, "we honor you because God brought you here and we want to know you and love you as a sister/brother in Christ"
What would it look like if relationship stewardship was the main stewardship program of the church?
But what does it look like? Who are the leaders that we need to ensure that this is successful?
I know the answer to both of the questions depends on the community. Many churches are already experts in relationship stewardship...and, from my limited experience, they tend to be smaller congregations (I'm not saying that all small congregations are like this, nor am I saying that larger congregations don't know how to do this well...it's just an observation).
This is also an observation:
Maybe we need more potlucks, just because...
Maybe we need more community activities to burn off the calories from the potlucks, just because...
Maybe we need to be better at being families in Christ rather than a random assortment of folks that wander in for Sunday worship and then go our separate ways afterwards...
The most memorable thing that Pastor Roger said at our leadership retreat on Saturday was this - "Jesus didn't die on the cross because he was wildly successful in the eyes of the world."
So maybe...we, the church, need to stop for a moment and look at our success in how well we build relationships, how well we do at being a family in Christ, instead of whether pledges for the year were more or less than the year before. Yes, the bills need to be paid. But getting to know people and have a relationship with them as a brother or sister in Christ, that is something we GET to do...and it sure is a blessing.
And that's not what should be happening in the church.
Yes, there are bills to pay and pay checks to go to staff members...and it's nice when we congregations are good examples of financial steward in the giving of benevolence.
But, the church is not a place where success is based off of money or the number of people in the pew on Sunday morning, and anyone who tells you otherwise is mistaken (and probably a televangelist)...or they're just in the ministry for the wrong reason (and possibly a televangelist).
On Saturday, I was part of a leadership retreat where we were reminded that Church is one of the few places where we SHOULD be saying "We get to..." rather than "We have to..."
And it was a much needed reminder.
The church should be a place of joy and struggle, of wrestling with what it means to be followers of Christ and how we live that out in our daily lives and how God works to recharge us for this work on Sunday mornings.
So what if we, the church, paused our financial stewardship drives for a bit and focused on relationship stewardship. A kind of stewardship where we say "we are not going to ask for your money, we're going to ask for you...because you are what's important, the rest will take care of itself."
I am a person born at the tail end of Gen X, I am also someone who values structure and finds comfort in the liturgy of the early church that has been molded and shaped throughout the centuries found its way into the Evangelical Lutheran Worship Hymnal that sits on my desk at church. I believe that liturgy is important and that the historic liturgy has amazing power because the liturgy in itself focuses on the one who we come together to worship. The historic liturgy says, through the Word and the Eucharist "Hey, God is working here in you and in a little bit, God is going to send you out into the world so that God can work through you," while at the same time connecting us with our brothers and sisters of other times and places. I can sit in church on Sunday mornings knowing that even though I am almost 1000 miles away from home, my family is doing just about the same thing that I am at that moment...And I know that at some point, my ancestors were a part of what I am a part of, and it helps center me in something that is much bigger than I am.
At the same times, however, as much as I hold the liturgy dear to me...there is an additional component that I think is missing from some churches that can, and maybe should, be attached to the annual stewardship campaign. It revolves around relationships...it says to people coming into the door for the first time "we are so glad that God has sent you to worship with us"...it says to people who are long time members "we are so blessed that God has been working through you in this community for so long"...it says to all who enter the doors, "we honor you because God brought you here and we want to know you and love you as a sister/brother in Christ"
What would it look like if relationship stewardship was the main stewardship program of the church?
But what does it look like? Who are the leaders that we need to ensure that this is successful?
I know the answer to both of the questions depends on the community. Many churches are already experts in relationship stewardship...and, from my limited experience, they tend to be smaller congregations (I'm not saying that all small congregations are like this, nor am I saying that larger congregations don't know how to do this well...it's just an observation).
This is also an observation:
Maybe we need more potlucks, just because...
Maybe we need more community activities to burn off the calories from the potlucks, just because...
Maybe we need to be better at being families in Christ rather than a random assortment of folks that wander in for Sunday worship and then go our separate ways afterwards...
The most memorable thing that Pastor Roger said at our leadership retreat on Saturday was this - "Jesus didn't die on the cross because he was wildly successful in the eyes of the world."
So maybe...we, the church, need to stop for a moment and look at our success in how well we build relationships, how well we do at being a family in Christ, instead of whether pledges for the year were more or less than the year before. Yes, the bills need to be paid. But getting to know people and have a relationship with them as a brother or sister in Christ, that is something we GET to do...and it sure is a blessing.
Monday, January 23, 2012
A Letter to me at 15
A couple years back, Brad Paisley wrote a song "Letter to Me." It was a great song, one of his best, I think...because it's about looking back at all the great things that he learned over the years, even though he thought he knew it all. I would like to try my hand at that...not in song, but in a brief note.
Dear Jen,
This is your 28 year old self writing. I bet as you read this you are sitting on your bed in the basement of mom and dad's house sipping on a coca cola and waiting for Mary to pick you up for pep band.
I know that these past few years haven't been the easiest for you. At 28, I know that I wouldn't go back and relive what you are going through now. But you learned a lot from all that is going to happen in the next few years. You are going to have some amazing adventures as you get older...and I know that from my vantage point, the adventures are only beginning. So get ready for a great ride...life isn't just high school and people who said that High School and College are the best years of your life, well they lied to you. Forgive them, they knew not what they were doing when they put that platitude in front of you.
Boys have been the biggest part of your frustration in your teenage years. That's ok...when you get married, you still won't totally understand how your husband works, but you've got a whole life time to figure that out so don't worry about it.
But I do want to tell you something important. Don't let the boys in your life dictate who you want to be, and don't change yourself so that they will like you. If you have to change who you are so that a guy will like you, that guy isn't worth it. You are perfect as God made you to be. You are going to have your heart broken a few times, that goes with the territory of growing up...but you'll get over it and you will grow into a beautiful woman and you will do amazing things and be loved by great people, and one special man in particular (I won't give you details, otherwise I'm afraid you are going to miss out on some great life experiences and some wonderful friendships).
The next few years will produce some big struggles (remember what Mr Ciaravino used to say in Math class at Parcells? Improvise, adapt, overcome...you will one day make that your motto, so why not start now?) but struggles produce character and teach work ethic and endurance, and those qualities are helpful. So while in the midst of some of the most difficult years of your life remember the following:
God loves you more than you will ever know and made you perfect just the way you are.
Life isn't perfect, it never will be...and people who tell you life can be perfect are lying.
Live your life for you, not for anyone else. That way, you are living the best life for you that you can.
Don't take yourself too seriously...it's not good for you.
You're going to make it and you are going to have a better life than you ever imagined. Really, it does get better.
Peace,
28 year old Jen
Dear Jen,
This is your 28 year old self writing. I bet as you read this you are sitting on your bed in the basement of mom and dad's house sipping on a coca cola and waiting for Mary to pick you up for pep band.
I know that these past few years haven't been the easiest for you. At 28, I know that I wouldn't go back and relive what you are going through now. But you learned a lot from all that is going to happen in the next few years. You are going to have some amazing adventures as you get older...and I know that from my vantage point, the adventures are only beginning. So get ready for a great ride...life isn't just high school and people who said that High School and College are the best years of your life, well they lied to you. Forgive them, they knew not what they were doing when they put that platitude in front of you.
Boys have been the biggest part of your frustration in your teenage years. That's ok...when you get married, you still won't totally understand how your husband works, but you've got a whole life time to figure that out so don't worry about it.
But I do want to tell you something important. Don't let the boys in your life dictate who you want to be, and don't change yourself so that they will like you. If you have to change who you are so that a guy will like you, that guy isn't worth it. You are perfect as God made you to be. You are going to have your heart broken a few times, that goes with the territory of growing up...but you'll get over it and you will grow into a beautiful woman and you will do amazing things and be loved by great people, and one special man in particular (I won't give you details, otherwise I'm afraid you are going to miss out on some great life experiences and some wonderful friendships).
The next few years will produce some big struggles (remember what Mr Ciaravino used to say in Math class at Parcells? Improvise, adapt, overcome...you will one day make that your motto, so why not start now?) but struggles produce character and teach work ethic and endurance, and those qualities are helpful. So while in the midst of some of the most difficult years of your life remember the following:
God loves you more than you will ever know and made you perfect just the way you are.
Life isn't perfect, it never will be...and people who tell you life can be perfect are lying.
Live your life for you, not for anyone else. That way, you are living the best life for you that you can.
Don't take yourself too seriously...it's not good for you.
You're going to make it and you are going to have a better life than you ever imagined. Really, it does get better.
Peace,
28 year old Jen
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Let’s Go Fishin’
January 22, 2012
Epiphany 3
Mark 1:14-20
Four years ago, while I was serving as the intern at First Lutheran Church in Tulsa, Oklahoma, I became acquainted with Frank and Elaine, members of the church and grandparents of two of the members of the youth group. For a while after we met, Frank and I would chat between worship services about random topics…football, auto racing, the weather…then Frank found out that I enjoy fishing and have enjoyed fishing since I was a child. All the conversations we had after this revelation revolved around fishing. On February 4th, 2008, I took my first trip with Frank and Elaine to their cabin on Grand Lake and while Elaine stayed up at the cabin and watched birds, Frank and I took our fishing poles down to the dock and spent the day sitting by the water, fishing lines in the water, enjoying the 75 degree weather and hoping that we would maybe catch something.
I’m wondering if that is how Jesus felt when he came upon the four fisherman and invited them to follow him and become fishers of people. We don’t know if or how Jesus knew Andrew, Simon, James and John…or if Andrew, Simon, James or John even knew who Jesus was when he approached them in the middle of the work day and asked them to drop everything and follow him. But drop everything they did…and they did so immediately, Mark says. Simon and Andrew left the nets they had been casting into the sea…James and John left the unmended nets, their father Zebedee and the hired hands…and they followed Jesus, who would take their skills in fishing and use them with people.
When you think about it, it takes a certain person to be a good fisherman. For one, a good fisherman is patient...a good fisherman knows that they may have to wait a while to catch a fish…a good fisherman knows that sometimes the actual catch of fish might consist of fish too small to eat…a good fisherman knows that sometimes fish will get away (though not all the ones who get away are worthy of the big fish stories that are often told).
I wonder, if nothing else, if Jesus knew that when he came upon Simon and Andrew, and later James and John, the fact that they were fishermen told him all that he needed to know about them at that point…and so he called them to use their skills to assist him in the beginning of his ministry.
I also wonder what it was about Jesus that caused Simon and Andrew and James and John to immediately drop what they were doing and follow Jesus. As I mentioned in my sermon last week, Mark wasn’t very interested in embellishing his accounts…he gave the important information and moved on. And the important information Mark tells us is that immediately after receiving the invitation to follow, the four men left their nets, their families, their hired hands and their boats and followed.
You know, it’s tempting for us to ask the questions about why Jesus picked four smelly fishermen…and I will admit that I have preached a couple sermons on what unlikely candidates these four were to become the first disciples and, eventually, Jesus’ inner circle of confidants. But when you think about it…yeah, they probably were smelly, after all they were around fish a lot and seas are not always known for smelling too great.
But they also exhibited qualities that made them great candidates for the job Jesus had for them. First, we can assume that they were at least decent fishermen…sometimes we can take the story about them having a bad day of fishing as an indication that they were bad fishermen…but if they were bad fishermen, they wouldn’t have still been fishing…and James and John’s father, Zebedee, would not have been able to afford the hired hands that assisted them in their fishing endeavor. So the qualities of good fishermen would have been there…which is good, because much of the time, people require more patience than fish.
The other thing that made the four great candidates to be the first four disciples called is that God had equipped them and set them apart to be a significant part of Jesus’ ministry, even before Jesus spotted them in their boats and asked them to follow. Whether they knew it or not, Simon and Andrew and James and John had been given proverbial tackle boxes filled with every gift that they needed to be not just fishermen but also fishers of people.
Eventually, eight others would be called to become the core group of disciples that would assist Jesus in his ministry…these men also followed…and created a very strange conglomeration known at the disciples. In this group were fishermen, a tax collector, a zealot, and some other men that we know little or nothing about…again, Mark wasn’t too big on the little details. This was not a group that would be destined to hold hands and sing kumbaya in the evenings around the fire…and they would not have been like minded men, especially the tax collector and the zealot…and I’m sure there were arguments here and there among the twelve. But there was one thing that held them together, they had been all been approached by Jesus and asked to follow…and for reasons that Mark doesn’t share, all twelve of the men followed. The other thing that they had in common was that God had equipped all twelve of these very diverse men to be a part of Jesus’ ministry and had given them everything that they needed to do the work of spreading the Good News.
And just as Jesus called and God equipped Simon and Andrew and James and John and the other 8 disciples, so Jesus has called and God has equipped all of us to be a fisher of people in some way. And just like the disciples, we are a very diverse group of people who are not of the same mind…to some extent, we are a similar strange conglomeration that the disciples were…and that’s great because if we were all the same and all of the same mind, the church would be pretty boring and there would only be so many people that we could reach with the Gospel. But being that strange, diverse conglomeration of people, called and equipped to be fishers of people, we have the ability to reach more and more people with the good news of the Gospel, through the way that we live out the Gospel in our daily lives.
That day on Grand Lake yielded three fish…all tiny blue gill that quickly found their way back into the lake. But it wasn’t a day wasted, it was a day spent out on the water in the middle of nature. And that’s the reality of fishing, some days you are inundated with fish and other days you can’t get a nibble to save your life. And just like fishing for fish requires you to be equipped for the trip, so answering the call to be a fisher for people requires you to be equipped. But unlike fishing, you don’t need to run to the bait store and fill your tackle box with the latest gadgets in order to be equipped to answer Christ’s call to follow, God has already filled our tackle boxes and equipped us with everything that we need to be fishers for people…AND God has given teachers who help us to learn how to use our gifts and skills to be the best we can at what God has called us to do.
We’ve got everything we need, let’s get fishin’
Epiphany 3
Mark 1:14-20
Four years ago, while I was serving as the intern at First Lutheran Church in Tulsa, Oklahoma, I became acquainted with Frank and Elaine, members of the church and grandparents of two of the members of the youth group. For a while after we met, Frank and I would chat between worship services about random topics…football, auto racing, the weather…then Frank found out that I enjoy fishing and have enjoyed fishing since I was a child. All the conversations we had after this revelation revolved around fishing. On February 4th, 2008, I took my first trip with Frank and Elaine to their cabin on Grand Lake and while Elaine stayed up at the cabin and watched birds, Frank and I took our fishing poles down to the dock and spent the day sitting by the water, fishing lines in the water, enjoying the 75 degree weather and hoping that we would maybe catch something.
I’m wondering if that is how Jesus felt when he came upon the four fisherman and invited them to follow him and become fishers of people. We don’t know if or how Jesus knew Andrew, Simon, James and John…or if Andrew, Simon, James or John even knew who Jesus was when he approached them in the middle of the work day and asked them to drop everything and follow him. But drop everything they did…and they did so immediately, Mark says. Simon and Andrew left the nets they had been casting into the sea…James and John left the unmended nets, their father Zebedee and the hired hands…and they followed Jesus, who would take their skills in fishing and use them with people.
When you think about it, it takes a certain person to be a good fisherman. For one, a good fisherman is patient...a good fisherman knows that they may have to wait a while to catch a fish…a good fisherman knows that sometimes the actual catch of fish might consist of fish too small to eat…a good fisherman knows that sometimes fish will get away (though not all the ones who get away are worthy of the big fish stories that are often told).
I wonder, if nothing else, if Jesus knew that when he came upon Simon and Andrew, and later James and John, the fact that they were fishermen told him all that he needed to know about them at that point…and so he called them to use their skills to assist him in the beginning of his ministry.
I also wonder what it was about Jesus that caused Simon and Andrew and James and John to immediately drop what they were doing and follow Jesus. As I mentioned in my sermon last week, Mark wasn’t very interested in embellishing his accounts…he gave the important information and moved on. And the important information Mark tells us is that immediately after receiving the invitation to follow, the four men left their nets, their families, their hired hands and their boats and followed.
You know, it’s tempting for us to ask the questions about why Jesus picked four smelly fishermen…and I will admit that I have preached a couple sermons on what unlikely candidates these four were to become the first disciples and, eventually, Jesus’ inner circle of confidants. But when you think about it…yeah, they probably were smelly, after all they were around fish a lot and seas are not always known for smelling too great.
But they also exhibited qualities that made them great candidates for the job Jesus had for them. First, we can assume that they were at least decent fishermen…sometimes we can take the story about them having a bad day of fishing as an indication that they were bad fishermen…but if they were bad fishermen, they wouldn’t have still been fishing…and James and John’s father, Zebedee, would not have been able to afford the hired hands that assisted them in their fishing endeavor. So the qualities of good fishermen would have been there…which is good, because much of the time, people require more patience than fish.
The other thing that made the four great candidates to be the first four disciples called is that God had equipped them and set them apart to be a significant part of Jesus’ ministry, even before Jesus spotted them in their boats and asked them to follow. Whether they knew it or not, Simon and Andrew and James and John had been given proverbial tackle boxes filled with every gift that they needed to be not just fishermen but also fishers of people.
Eventually, eight others would be called to become the core group of disciples that would assist Jesus in his ministry…these men also followed…and created a very strange conglomeration known at the disciples. In this group were fishermen, a tax collector, a zealot, and some other men that we know little or nothing about…again, Mark wasn’t too big on the little details. This was not a group that would be destined to hold hands and sing kumbaya in the evenings around the fire…and they would not have been like minded men, especially the tax collector and the zealot…and I’m sure there were arguments here and there among the twelve. But there was one thing that held them together, they had been all been approached by Jesus and asked to follow…and for reasons that Mark doesn’t share, all twelve of the men followed. The other thing that they had in common was that God had equipped all twelve of these very diverse men to be a part of Jesus’ ministry and had given them everything that they needed to do the work of spreading the Good News.
And just as Jesus called and God equipped Simon and Andrew and James and John and the other 8 disciples, so Jesus has called and God has equipped all of us to be a fisher of people in some way. And just like the disciples, we are a very diverse group of people who are not of the same mind…to some extent, we are a similar strange conglomeration that the disciples were…and that’s great because if we were all the same and all of the same mind, the church would be pretty boring and there would only be so many people that we could reach with the Gospel. But being that strange, diverse conglomeration of people, called and equipped to be fishers of people, we have the ability to reach more and more people with the good news of the Gospel, through the way that we live out the Gospel in our daily lives.
That day on Grand Lake yielded three fish…all tiny blue gill that quickly found their way back into the lake. But it wasn’t a day wasted, it was a day spent out on the water in the middle of nature. And that’s the reality of fishing, some days you are inundated with fish and other days you can’t get a nibble to save your life. And just like fishing for fish requires you to be equipped for the trip, so answering the call to be a fisher for people requires you to be equipped. But unlike fishing, you don’t need to run to the bait store and fill your tackle box with the latest gadgets in order to be equipped to answer Christ’s call to follow, God has already filled our tackle boxes and equipped us with everything that we need to be fishers for people…AND God has given teachers who help us to learn how to use our gifts and skills to be the best we can at what God has called us to do.
We’ve got everything we need, let’s get fishin’
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